1. THou rob'st my Daies of bus'nesse and delights. Of sleep thou rob'st my Nights; Ah, Lovely Thiefe, what wilt thou doe? What? Rob me of Heaven too? Thou, even my prayers thou hauntest me; And I, with wild Idolatry, Begin, to God, and end them all, to Thee. 2. Is it a Sinne to Love, that it should thus, Like an ill Conscience, torture us? What ere I do, where ere I go, (None Guiltlesse ere was haunted so) Still, still, methinks thy face I view, And still thy shape does me pursue, As if, not you Mee, but I had murthered You. 3. From books I strive some remedy to take, But thy Name all the Letters make; What ere 'tis writ, I find that there, Like Points and Comma's every where, Me blest for this let no man hold; For I, as Midas did of old, Perish by turning every thing to Gold. 4. What do I seek, alas, or why do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly; From making thee my Deitie, I gave thee then Ubiquitie. My pains resemble Hell in this; The divine presence there too is, But to torment Men, not 4. What do I seek, alas, or why do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly; From making thee my Deitie, I gave thee then Ubiquitie. My pains resemble Hell in this; The divine presence there too is, But to torment Men, not to give them blisse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE NEW SIRENS: A PALINODE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE COMPLETE MISANTHROPIST by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE WESTERN ROAD by EDWIN JAMES BRADY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 3 by BLISS CARMAN |